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many years, prevented the small bourgeoisie from laughing at Madame

Moreau, who, in the eyes of the peasants, was really a personage.



Estelle (her name was Estelle) took no more part in the affairs of the

stewardship then the wife of a broker does in her husband's affairs at

the Bourse. She even depended on Moreau for the care of the household

and their own fortune. Confident of his MEANS, she was a thousand

leagues from dreaming that this comfortable existence, which had

lasted for seventeen years, could ever be endangered. And yet, when

she heard of the count's determination to restore the magnificent

chateau, she felt that her enjoyments were threatened, and she urged

her husband to come to the arrangement with Leger about Les

Moulineaux, so that they might retire from Presles and live at Isle-

Adam. She had no intention of returning to a position that was more or

less that of a servant in presence of her former mistress, who,

indeed, would have laughed to see her established in the lodge with

all the airs and graces of a woman of the world.



The rancorous enmity which existed between the Reyberts and the

Moreaus came from a wound inflicted by Madame de Reybert upon Madame

Moreau on the first occasion when the latter assumed precedence over

the former on her first arrival at Presles, the wife of the steward

being determined not to allow her supremacy to be undermined by a

woman nee de Corroy. Madame de Reybert thereupon reminded, or,

perhaps, informed the whole country-side of Madame Moreau's former

station. The words "waiting-maid" flew from lip to lip. The envious

acquaintances of the Moreaus throughout the neighborhood from Beaumont

to Moisselles, began to carp and criticize with such eagerness that a

few sparks of the conflagration fell into the Moreau household. For

four years the Reyberts, cut dead by the handsome Estelle, found

themselves the objects of so much animadversion on the part of the

adherents of the Moreaus that their position at Presles would not have

been endurable without the thought of vengeance which had, so far,

supported them.



The Moreaus, who were very friendly with Grindot the architect, had

received notice from him of the early arrival of the two painters sent

down to finish the decorations of the chateau, the principal paintings

for which were just completed by Schinner. The great painter had

recommended for this work the artist who was accompanied by Mistigris.

For two days past Madame Moreau had been on the tiptoe of expectation,

and had put herself under arms to receive him. An artist, who was to

be her guest and companion for weeks, demanded some effort. Schinner

and his wife had their own apartment at the chateau, where, by the

count's express orders, they were treated with all the consideration

due to himself. Grindot, who stayed at the steward's house, showed

such respect for the great artist that neither the steward nor his

wife had attempted to put themselves on familiar terms with him.

Moreover, the noblest and richest people in the surrounding country

had vied with each other in paying attention to Schinner and his wife.

So, very well pleased to have, as it were, a little revenge of her

own, Madame Moreau was determined to cry up the artist she was now

expecting, and to present him to her social circle as equal in talent

to the great Schinner.



Though for two days past Moreau's pretty wife had arrayed herself

coquettishly, the prettiest of her toilets had been reserved for this

very Saturday, when, as she felt no doubt, the artist would arrive for

dinner. A pink gown in very narrow stripes, a pink belt with a richly

chased gold buckle, a velvet ribbon and cross at her throat, and

velvet bracelets on her bare arms (Madame de Serizy had handsome arms

and showed them much), together with bronze kid shoes and thread

stockings, gave Madame Moreau all the appearance of an elegant

Parisian. She
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